[Live Intro; full band at 142 BPM, swaggering guitar riff, pick scrape, crowd roar] [Frontman; high gritty tenor shouts over driving riff] Who's ready for bed? [Crowd; full-venue shout] NOT US! [Drum fill launches Verse 1] [Verse 1; high gritty male tenor, cocky melodic delivery, live guitar fills] Mama bought a music box. You want a Marshall stack. She turns it down to whisper; You turn it right back. One fist on the crib rail, One foot keeping time. You spit the pacifier And let that high note fly. [Chorus; soaring gritty tenor, band gang vocals double first two and last two lines] Rock-a-bye, baby, The cradle will rock. When the bass kicks, It shakes the whole block. When the drums hit, The pictures will fall. And down comes the ceiling— Plaster and all! [Turnaround; bent guitar squeal, descending bass run, drums drive into Verse 2] [Verse 2; high gritty tenor, bouncing palm-muted riff] Rattle in your right hand, Bottle in your left. Teddy took a stage dive Off the topmost shelf. Mama checks the monitor And shakes her sleepy head. You're halfway through a drum solo On the bars around your bed. [Chorus; soaring gritty tenor, raw band harmonies, crowd claps on snare hits] Rock-a-bye, baby, The cradle will rock. When the bass kicks, It shakes the whole block. When the drums hit, The pictures will fall. And down comes the ceiling— Plaster and all! [Bridge 1; high gritty tenor sings over heavy half-time stomp, clipped guitar chords] Hush, little baby— That's what they said. You want more volume. They want their bed. [Metal Xylophone Breakdown; 16 bars, bright struck-metal glockenspiel lead, hard mallets, sharp toy-bell attack; bass and drums hold heavy half-time groove] [First 8 bars; metallic mallets hammer the lullaby motif in syncopated octaves, palm-muted guitar chugs underneath] [Next 8 bars; mallets and distorted lead guitar trade fast two-bar runs; double-kick builds, tom fill launches Verse 3] [Verse 3; high gritty tenor, full-speed swaggering riff, playful guitar answers] Daddy came to pull the plug, His work alarm set for five. He heard that filthy little riff And cranked it one more time. Now he's playing air guitar, One slipper in the air. Mama's standing in the doorway— "Don't you even dare." [Bridge 2; high gritty tenor climbs melodically, ringing power chords, driving snare build] Your dad knows all the guitar parts. Your mom can hit the highs. The neighbors learned the chorus— They've heard it fifty times. [Frontman; high gritty shout over continuous riff] How's that lullaby? [Crowd; full-venue shout] TOO QUIET! [Guitar Solo; pick scrape into fast pentatonic shred, two-handed tapping, mallet accents answer sustained bends; twin guitars climb, drum fill launches final chorus] [Final Chorus; high gritty tenor at full power, raw band harmonies, lead-guitar answers] Rock-a-bye, baby, The cradle will rock. When the bass kicks, It shakes the whole block. When the drums hit, The pictures will fall. [Crowd and high gritty lead; full-venue unison over pounding band] And down comes the ceiling— Plaster and all! [Outro; high gritty lead and crowd shout together, punchy guitar accents over driving drums] Rock! Rock! Rock-a-bye, baby! [Final guitar squeal and metallic mallet glissando, hard full-band closing chord, crowd roar]
